Have a Tasty

Yummy Donut was particularly busy this morning. I sat in a different
spot, the only seat available. A handicap seat. No one in line seemed
handicapped.

I sat there with my friend, who may or may not exist. Under most
circumstances, I can judge whether someone exists or not by the
reaction of others when I'm talking to my friend. But now I live in
Los Angeles, and people here seem used to that sort of thing. I've
noticed it before. So there is now now way to gauge.

I sit and chat with Jonathan, my friend from college. He's managed to
not gain any weight despite having almost the same diet as I have. He
joked about the grammatical errors on various signs around the shop.
One favorite, he says, is the sign that says, "Simply Tasty! Have A
Tasty!"

I had tomato juice this morning instead of orange juice. It was a
nice change. The ham and cheese croissant is not much of a croissant,
but still good. Who knows what kind of cheese they put in this thing,
but it is very good. Simply tasty.